The verse

One lamp competes not with the crowded flames,but tends its oil and burns each quiet night.Envy not the firefly's sudden spark that fades—root the fire deep, and wait for clearing skies.

Reading

This sign bids you tend your oil like a lone lamp, not vie with the crowd for a moment's glare. The firefly dies fast; deep roots burn long. Your task is to feed the flame—no fortune is promised, only what you store.

The temple keeper adds

A kind sign. The god nodded — small, but real.

[ Draw another at the temple ][ Keep a traffic omamori ]